One day you’ll wake up and find that the pain’s still there but it doesn’t hurt quite so much.

Never shield your oddness, but wear your oddness as a shield.

Just once, I'd like to find a boy. And I like him and he likes me. And we have a laugh and the kissing's really good and there's no-one getting in the way of the laughing and the kissing. Is that too much to ask?

I guess they're called moments because they don't last very long.

One day you’ll wake up and find that the pain’s still there but it doesn’t hurt quite so much.

I'd always thought that my awkwardness was a thin veil disguising the real me. The me that was funny and could write songs that touched people. The me that would one day find some beautiful, intelligent boy who'd recognize me as his soul mate. The me who was secretly pretty and stylish if only someone would lift the veil and see. But I was beginning to suspect that underneath the awkwardness there was just more awkwardness and not much else. And that would explain why I stood in a room full of people and felt like the loneliest girl in the world.

I did get lost but I wanted someone to find me.